[ Again, it's difficult to be inconvenienced by someone so upbeat and so eager to make people happy. Her words facilitate that notion, and Diarmuid smiles in response to her assertions, quiet but not exactly subtle about his approval. ]

Your work is noble. There's no greater reward than the smiles of those you want to make happy— I find it commendable.

[ And he bows, lifts his head once he's done with his gesture, and holds his free hand to his heart. ]

May the rain bring more cold hearts for you to warm, Miss Iona.